Ava's meticulously organized office, a sanctuary of calm amidst the storm of her event planning business, was now a battlefield. Scattered across her pristine desk were Liam's chaotic scribbles, his exuberant ideas clashing violently with Ava's precise to-do lists. He'd insisted on a "bohemian-meets-rock-and-roll" theme, a concept that sent shivers down Ava's spine. Bohemian? Rock and roll? It sounded like a recipe for disaster, or at least, a very messy wedding.
"Think of it as a controlled explosion of creativity," Liam said, his eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that Ava found both endearing and terrifying. He was sprawled across her ergonomic chair, his feet propped up on her desk, a stark contrast to her own perfectly poised posture.
"Controlled explosions are usually avoided in wedding planning," Ava retorted, her voice tight with barely suppressed frustration. She'd spent years perfecting her system, a carefully constructed framework that ensured every event ran smoothly. Liam's free-spirited approach threatened to unravel everything she held dear.
Their first planning meeting was a comedy of errors. Liam's suggestions were wildly impractical, his budget unrealistic, and his understanding of event logistics… nonexistent. Ava found herself battling not only his creative chaos but also her own simmering attraction to his infectious enthusiasm. It was a battle she was losing.
The argument escalated, fueled by caffeine-deprived exhaustion and clashing personalities. Ava, a champion of order, and Liam, a devotee of spontaneity, were locked in a verbal duel, their words sharper than any wedding cake knife. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was an undeniable spark, a tension that crackled between them like static electricity.